The wails, at times high-pitched and sharp, at others low and hoarse, stirred a restless agitation in one's heart, causing their Qi and Blood to churn violently.
Xu Zhongyong gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure. Every moment felt like an eternity; he wished he could just end it all with a single slash of his blade.
Just then, the sound abruptly changed, becoming melodious and pleasant.
It was as if a gentle, captivating woman were softly singing. A light breeze seemed to caress the ears, bringing unparalleled comfort to both body and mind.
Xu Zhongyong lifted his head and saw the bewitching woman walking gracefully toward him. She wore only a wisp of light gauze that looked as if it might drift away at any moment.
"Come here, darling!"
The bewitching woman gave a dazzling smile, her allure utterly captivating.
Xu Zhongyong froze, his mind falling into a trance. He forgot where he was or what he was there to do. Only a single thought remained…
